Mr. Perfect (bxb)

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As I stared at the screen in the front of my lecture hall, I got a text. I ignored it because I was trying, and failing, to listen to the lecture. I kept thinking about Matteo. Why did I care so much that he was drinking a lot?

I couldn't figure it out. Or, well, I could. I just didn't want to listen to myself. The conclusion my mind kept coming to, and the one I kept pushing back, was the fact that I liked him. More than just friends. I knew I did.

I had known for a while, I just didn't want to mention it. I didn't want to believe it.

In the middle of trying to gaslight myself into believing I didn't like Matteo, I got another text notification. With an exasperated sigh, I pulled out my phone.

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I rolled my eyes at the flutter my heart gave when I read Matteo's contact. I put it back in my pocket, and focused my attention on the remaining ten minutes of the lecture. Ten painstakingly long minutes drag by, and I put my notes in my bag.

I exited the lecture, and I took a right. Then I see him. "Him" is a guy I went to High School with. His name is Jacob Nathaniels, and he is VERY homophobic. He's on the team with Matteo, and he won't leave him alone. He keeps calling Matteo and me "fags" because he thinks we're dating. He's fucking relentless.

I grabbed my phone out of my pocket and pretended to be doing anything. I hoped and prayed that he wouldn't see me, but he did. "Hey! Its one of my favorite fags!" My face cringed and I started walking faster.

"Oh, what's wrong dude? Can't handle how hot I am?" He laughed at his own words.

I was practically running at that point. "Whatever, you're not worth my looks anyways. Say hi to your boyfriend for me!" He hollers after me, his tone condescending.

God I fucking HATE him.

By the time I got to my car, I was out of breath and my legs were on fire. I set my bag on the ground and leaned on my car. I put a hand on my chest and took deep breaths while tapping a steady beat on my chest.

I know it sounds weird to other people, but it really does work. I had really bad anxiety when I was younger and so I had to go to therapy, and that's where i found the chest tapping method.

After a few minutes of calming my breath and heart rate, I remembered that I had yet to read Matteo's messages.

I felt sick. I hated fighting with Matteo. I hated fighting with anyone, but especially Matteo. I just wanted this to be over, and for us to be happy-go-lucky besties again.

Ew, i'm never saying that again.

I fished my keys from my jeans and unlocked the driver's side door. I threw my bag into the passenger seat and it landed with a loud *Thud* and I prayed my laptop screen didn't crack from the impact.

I sighed as I wrapped my hand around the handle hanging from the roof of my car. I hefted myself up and into my car, it's a tedious process and I hate doing it.

The only reason I have this car that I hate is because my father got it for me on my birthday. He thought I was turning 16, again. He isn't all there mentally, and he struggled all my life to be an actual father to me and a few years ago he straightened himself out and is now trying to repair our relationship.

So I threw him a bone and accepted the car, reminded him that I'm in college, and now I have a truck that is three fucking feet off the fucking ground.

My father chose the wrong car for me, but i'll still drive it till the engine gives.

I placed the keys in the ignition and listened to my car come to life. I sat back in my seat for a few minutes, getting lost in my train of thought about my dad and the car.

Then all of my thoughts snapped back to Matteo when I felt a buzz in my pocket. I reached into my pocket and pulled out my phone, shocked when I read what the screen had to say when I pressed the power button.

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I clicked on the notification to see who they were from, although I already knew that answer, and low-and-fucking-behold they were all from Matteo.

My heart gave a flutter when reading his name, then it sunk when I read the messages.